Eurivin's POV
Knowing that he loved me despite everything was enough for me. His love was my strength. His love made me want to be a better version of myself. I wanted to make things right. I wanted to be the woman who deserved his love. Though his appearance wasn't what I used to, my love for him never wavered. I could never count how many times I wanted to hug him when he gained consciousness, but I didn't have the courage. But after all of this, if he still felt the same way for me, I swear that I wouldn't lose him again. I swear that I would be back for him—though I didn't know how long he would have to wait. I didn't want him to have a false hope so I just told him that I was sorry.
"Please start the ritual and open the gate of hell," I asked of Carl.
Vanessa pulled up Keelan to move out of the way and get to the side so I could go to the center. When Carl nodded at me, we began to walk toward our spots. I was now left in the center across his throne. This was where I would be meeting the death angels to escort me to hell.
I glanced at Keelan to my right and I couldn't help but look away in an instant. He was on his knees again and seemed in a daze. My heart ached for him as I remembered how he tried to convince me to change my mind. Only God knew how much I had wanted to say that I wanted to be with him too, that I loved him, that I would be back for him, and that he wouldn't have to worry. But I couldn't, I wasn't sure if I could get out of the hell right away once I was in.
"You're finally going to see your father again, Heart. I'm so happy for you," Minerva jested as she walked up next to the throne.
I ignored her and took a deep breath as Carl began with his chant.
"With the power bestowed upon my hands,
Angels of Death, heed my call and listen as I stand,
Before you, is the King of the Cupid Kingdom,
I command you and let this cupid come,
Open when I tell,
Gate of Hell!"
Suddenly, a blinding light engulfed me, forming a big circle. What was happening? Why was there a light? It should be just a black portal on the floor.
My brows furrowed as the light faded and finally saw Carl and the others' faces. They all looked bewildered. Their eyes were big, but their forehead was wrinkled like mine. Why did we have the same expression on our faces?
"Impossible!" Minerva hissed.
"Father?" Carl uttered.
What was he talking about? I noticed that their gazes passed my shoulders. I turned to look at my back and my eyes widened when I saw two men before me. They had aged and had beards but I could still recognize them as if their faces were carved in my mind.
Tears began to flow as I got to see my brother again. Though we weren't close to each other, I was still thankful to see him, especially, the man beside him who was my very first love. I threw my arms around his neck as I jumped to hug him.
"Father, I missed you so much. I don't know what's happening, where have you been?" I pulled away from the hug and wiped away my tears. "You're not anywhere in the kingdom. I thought I'll never see you again."
"Oh, my beautiful daughter, how long has it been? I missed you so much," he said as he cupped my face, surveying me, and then he planted a kiss on my forehead. "You're all grown up now, 25 years old, right?"
"How did you know?" I asked.
He pulled me into a quick hug and said, "because you're my daughter."
I chuckled a bit in his reply and then I turned my attention to my brother. "How have you been, brother?"
He smiled at me sadly and shook his head. "I'm sorry for everything, my sister."
"For what?" I asked, but before he could answer me, Carl called his father.
"Father, is that really you?"
My brother smiled at him and spread his arms open as if inviting his son to hug him. Carl came toward him and threw a hug on his father.
"I never thought that I'd see you this soon, father. I'm glad you're doing fine in the Cloud Palace," he said, and then he pulled away from the hug and asked, "but why are you here with my grandfather?"
"My husband, Cerius!" Minerva called. She hurriedly came towards his husband and son's way. Her eyes were teary and she looked like she missed her husband a lot. She pulled him into a hug but there was not a bit of excitement or joy in my brother's eyes.
When Minerva pulled away and wiped away her tears, she reached for her husband's hands and asked, "why are you here?"
My brother, Cerius, just stared at her blankly. After a few seconds of 'hmm?' and smiles from Minerva, he responded, "you're coming with me to hell."
She chuckled. "That's not a good joke, Cerius."
"I wasn't joking. You're coming with me to hell."
Minerva was suddenly furious and shoved away from the hands of her husband that she was holding just earlier. "What are you talking about? Why would you go to hell? And why would I have to come with you?"
"That's right, father. Why would you go to hell?" Carl asked.

"My son, I, and your mother have committed an unforgivable sin. We need to be punished for it," Cerius answered.
"What is he talking about, father? Do you know something about it?" I whispered.
"I just found out a while ago. You should listen to what he has to say," my father murmured back.
I nodded at him and waited for my brother to reveal this unforgivable sin he was talking about.
"First of all, I'd like to say that I didn't die because of some disease or illness," he began. "It's hard to believe, but I was poisoned. I was poisoned by my wife."
"What are you talking about? That's a lie!" Minerva interjected.
"Second, this is about Heart's crime," Cerius said as he turned his gaze at me. I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat. My heart was pounding so hard as if it was going to burst. I got nervous when he mentioned my name. There was a brief pause before my brother continued, "she didn't make a mistake. She didn't mismatch Theressa Gomez to another man, it was just that the profile that had reflected in her cupid watch was the name of Harry Redwoods."
My eyes widened in surprise. Was there a fault or a glitch in our system? Why did Harry's name appear in my cupid watch instead of Keelan's? How did it happen?
"How is that possible, father?" Carl asked the question that was on my mind.
"It was me. I was the one who did it," Cerius replied.
Everything was just too much to handle. I didn't know how to feel. Should I be mad now? I was shocked as if electricity had struck me. I needed answers. I needed clarity. I needed to understand everything to know what do I have to feel.
"What do you mean you did it?" I asked.
"It was all planned by me and Minerva. We plotted everything to eliminate you from the kingdom."
"No, that's not true! Don't make things up! I didn't do that! If you want to go to hell so badly, then go! Don't bring me down with you!" Minerva growled.
Cerius shook his head. "Let's stop now, Minerva. We need to face it. For our children, let's not make them more disappointed in us. Admit it already, so that they will remember us as the parents who take responsibility for their mistakes."
Minerva screamed, "no! I won't! You were the one who did all of that, so why are you dragging me into your mess?"
"Shut up, Minerva! You're making our ears bleed." I huffed in disbelief. I turned my gaze at my brother as my eyes stung because of the tears I was holding back. "Why? Why did you do that?"
What did I do wrong? Why did my brother do that to me? Why did he hate me so much? Keelan was wrong. I haven't been loved by the people around me. I was hated. I was hated by my brother, and even in the human world, I was hated by my mom and my dad. I suffered from all of that for what reason?
"Because I envied you. I hated you. Father's attention was all for you even if I was the prince! I was the firstborn so I should be the one who must succeed his throne, but that was impossible because of you!"
"Why do you all blame me for everything?" I lashed out. I couldn't contain my anger anymore. Did he really send me to hell just for that reason? He was envious of me? That was it? Seriously? I couldn't believe this.
"Because you are the chosen one," Cerius replied softly.
I sighed forcefully and gritted my teeth. "Enough with this 'chosen one' thing! I didn't even know what it means to be the chosen one! I don't care about that crap! If you wanted the throne, then you should've just said to father!"
Cerius snorted. "Did you just say that being the chosen one is crap? Do you even know what you are talking about? Did you even know that because of you, because of how great you are, our mother sacrificed her life? You don't know anything, do you?"
My mind suddenly went hazy. I couldn't think of anything to say. What was he talking about? Was he blaming me again for something I didn't do? Was he making things up for me to be guilty? or was he really telling the truth? Was I the reason why my mother died? Just like how my human mom took her own life because of me? Was it all because of me? Was Minerva right all along? Did I always make my loved ones suffer?
"That's enough, Cerius!" Father's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. He placed his hands on my arms and said, "remember the promise I told you when you were young?"
I pursed my lips at my father and made a face. "Father, do you think I would still be as gullible as I was when I was a child? I knew already that mother had passed on to the Cloud Palace."
He shook his head. "No, a promise is a promise. You'll soon meet her."
I didn't argue back with my father, I just gave in and agreed to what he said, even though I didn't believe him.
"For now, you sh—" My father got cut off when I pulled him down with me. Minerva used the black bow again to shoot me on the back. Keelan also shouted, "watch out" to me.
"Unbelievable! Do you have eyes on your back? You even dodged the arrow before Keelan hinted to you." Minerva gasped.
"Are you okay, Father?" I asked.
He nodded at me. "Use the arrow of imprisonment to paralyze her."
I furrowed my brows. "But I don't know how I will do that."
"If you don't know how to do that, just stop the arrows," Father instructed as he tilted up his chin to give me a hint that Minerva was going to shoot again.
"You didn't have to, father. I already know her next moves."
I stood up and shifted abruptly to face the incoming arrows. I extended my hand with my palm facing them, I halted the arrows.
I smirked at Minerva when I saw her annoyed face. "Even if you shoot hundreds and millions of arrows, they won't hit me. As long as I could see them, they can't hurt anyone in here. So you better stop trying and give up."
Minerva didn't argue back, she just huffed and threw glares at me. This was the right time to try that, I thought to myself.
I got into an archer position and a bow materialized, my eyes couldn't believe it. It was working! Minerva took a few steps backward as I stared at her intently.
"Arrow of imprisonment, heed my call," I uttered, and then the arrow that looked like a chain appeared. It was a strange arrow. I never thought it would look like this.
"Please hit the target that I set my eyes on," I added as I released the arrow. Miraculously, the arrow hit my target even though Minerva tried to dodge it. It was as if the arrow followed her and she had no chance of avoiding it.
"What is this? Why can't I move? What have you done to me?" Minerva hissed. I bet she was trying to move but she couldn't.
"Do it now, Heart," Cerius said.
"What? Do what?" I asked.
Cerius responded, "read her memories and you will have the answers to your questions."